I seriously don't know why I do this to myself every single year. Each year I tell myself "this time it will be different. This year I can do it".
Every single year I make a trip out to the uber fancy plant shop. Every year I shell out a small fortune for beautiful herbs and flowers.
Since we don't have a garden in our tiny French apartment, I try to make do with things I can grow on my terrace. I have dreams about beautiful flower boxes and herbs lining our terrace. Going out to enjoy a cool morning, sipping coffee.
Last year I even did a small vlog about my beautiful "garden". I had hopes and dreams, but sadly they too became victims to my black thumb of death.
I have no idea why I cannot keep anything alive. Well, not anything, my kids and husband are still alive and kicking.
The beautiful tree that my husband had years before we got married, it wilted and is now near death.
The beautiful orchid that survived longer than I thought possible, has now too, passed on.
In spite of my track record I still went out and purchased these lovelies.
A rosemary plant, a basil plant and a tomato plant. Maybe I was just craving a caprese salad.
I bought them while my husband was out of town. In a moment of weakness. I knew what he would say. I knew the look that would come when he saw my purchase.
Afterall, you need only look a little further right on my terrace to see the massacre that occurred last year.
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